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I was a shy, demure type |
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Inhibited, insecure type of maid |
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I stayed within my little shell |
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Till a certain cutie told me I was swell |
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Now I'm smug and snooty |
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Confident as hell |
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I want to be no one but me |
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I am in love with a lover who likes me the way I am |
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I have my faults; he likes my faults |
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I'm not very bright, he's not very bright |
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He thinks I'm grand; that's grand for me |
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He may be wrong, but if we get along |
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What do we care say we |
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When he holds me close, close as we can be |
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I tell the lad that I'm grateful and I'm glad that |
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I'm nobody else but me |
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I have my faults; he likes my faults |
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I'm not very bright, he's not very bright |
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He thinks I'm grand; that's grand for me |
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I get a thrill knowing he gets a thrill |
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When I sit on his knee |
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Walking on the shore, swimming in the sea |
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When I am with him, I'm glad that girl who's with him |
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Is nobody else but me |
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When he holds me close, close as we can be |
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I tell the lad that I'm grateful and I'm glad that |
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I'm nobody else but me |
